“No, I’m getting tired.I’m ready to go if you are.”
“Sure thing.”
Foster pays the bill, ignoring me when I try to offer him some money.He takes my hand and leads me out of the crowded restaurant and back to my car.He opens the door for me and I smile up at him as I climb into the car.
The drive to my new apartment is short, and when we pull up out front, I turn to smile at Foster.
“Want to come up for a bit?”
“You’re not too tired?”He asks, and I shake my head.
Tired is not what I’m feeling right now.I want to jump his bones.That same feeling from dinner is back and growing inside of me.All I can think about is being with Foster.I know that he would make my first time special, that he would make sure that I got off.Now that’s all I can think about.
Maybe inviting my best friend up wasn’t the best idea…
It’s too late now, though.He’s already out of the car and opening my door for me.
“Thanks.”
We head up to my apartment in silence, and I unlock the door, letting us in.
“Are you thirsty or anything?All that I have is water,” I tell him.
“I’m good.”
He heads over to the couch, and my eyes lock on my design pad.An idea starts to form inside of me and I take a steadying breath before turning to him.
“Want to see some of my designs now?”I ask him, and he nods.
“Sure.”
“I haven’t unpacked them yet, but there’s one that I can show you,” I tell him as I tug my shirt over my head.
He’s looking around the apartment so he doesn’t notice me stripping behind him.I feel bold and sexy even as I step out of my yoga pants and kick my shoes to the side.Standing in just a bra and thong, I smile as I walk closer to him.
“This is my latest design,” I tell him, and I smile as his eyes lock on me and his mouth drops open.
SEVEN
Foster
She’s wearing…fuck me.
She’s wearing something designed to drive a man wild.Strips of ribbon start at the sides of her breasts and curve over the swell of her breasts to join in a pretty bow right between her breasts.
Her panties are the same, with the ribbons criss-crossing over her round hips and the soft curve of her stomach to tie somewhere in the back.As she walks towards me, I see that the little bow is right about her ass, and I groan.
“Fuck, Lilliana.You look…” I trail off, at a loss for words.
Part of me wonders if I’m not dreaming right now.I mean, no way my best friend just stripped in front of me and is walking towards me, offering me everything that I’ve ever wanted in my life.
“Good?”She asks with a shy smile.
“Perfect.You look like every man’s fantasy.You’re so freaking talented.You’re going to be such a success,” I tell her, and she blushes at my praise.
“Thanks,” she says softly.
I nod, unable to tear my eyes off of her.I’ve been jerking off to images of Lilliana since my very first time.She is all that I’ve ever thought about, all that I’ve ever wanted.Even in my imagination, though, I never did her justice.I’m seeing that now.
